I have always loved sex. I am now 26 and it's gotten steadily worse as I've gotten closer to my "sexual peak". The worst part is I am very partial to a certain way of how things should go down and I can't settle for men who act like pussies.
I know that's why I love men in uniform, more specifically policemen or army guys. Men with guns; strong men who can definitely give me the good roughing up I so desperately crave...and who have the wit to keep up with my games.
I must play with myself at least three or four times a day...I just want to cum and feel that wonderful feeling of wetness between my legs, soaking through my g-string and my jeans. And I'll take good sex whenever I can get it - guy, girl, both, or many. I like variety and am down to try anything once...but after having as many lovers as I have, I know what I like and don't. I need to be dominated. Whether it's by a man or woman it doesn't matter but I need to be treated like a little whore in order to really enjoy myself.
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The curious note pinned to my door was addressed to "My Sexy Lil Bitch". I grabbed it and unlocked my apartment door, finding it unlocked. My heart sped up a bit, and I slowly walked into the front entrance, where my cat was stretched out, fast asleep. Some guard cat, I thought to myself.
Opening the note, I continued to read:
"Your presence is ordered Friday Night at LeCadillac Hotel on 4th Avenue at 8 o'clock sharp. Do not be late, whore, or you will be punished mercilessly. You will be receiving the dress code via courier, make sure your sexy ass is dressed and ready for action when you arrive."
There was no signature on the note, and it was typed so no handwriting to use to identify. The thought totally thrilled me, this strange invitation to the kinkiest hotel in town. Jacuzzis, multiple jet showers, mirrors everywhere, stripper poles and even cages in some rooms. I wondered which one of the boys I called friends was going to be there when I arrived.
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A sharp knock at my door startled me out of bed the next morning. I rubbed my eyes, looked at my clock and saw that it wasn't even 6 a.m. yet. I wondered who the hell was brave enough to disturb my beauty rest.
I opened the door and a sexy young stud stood there holding a box.
"Sign here, please," he said, handing me a slip. I couldn't help but notice a twinkle in his deep blue eyes...and his tall frame and broad shoulders were exactly my type...I pictured him taking me and throwing me against a wall and just ravaging me.
I signed my name with a flourish but before I could make any suggestions, the guy was gone. I took the box inside my apartment and tore it open.